This is a song about "Happy birthday shellawn"

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

He died on my 16 birthday,

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

My words play like i'm a father at a birthday meet.

Dad and be happy/ a happy me was forbidden to be/ instead

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Im happy with the score

Who did it before

Your birthday and anniversary

And all women who had light features, see

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

Now you buying birthday presents

And panned out, i'm all in love